Evangeline strides through through Emerald Lane, almost outpacing her guide. The man had waited without complaint while she bathed and dressed, pulling an unused dress from the bottom of her luggage. However the short and well fed Hyur found it difficult to keep pace with the long legged woman, and she must slow her pace to match. Finally they reach the doors of the Diamond Club. As always, true wealth needn't be stated, and only a pair of sturdy oak doors, embossed with brass mark its presence. A pair of Brass Blades stand outside, telling all that the law did not apply within. The Law had been bought and payed for in this place, a commodity, like everything else in this city.
The Blade stepped up to block her passage. There was no member list for this place, men and women were admitted by sight and reputation, or not at all. The guard see's the staffmember huffing and puffing behind, who gives the guard a hurried nod of approval.
Evangeline does not wait for this however, but instead brushes past the guard, yanking open the heavy door and stepping inside.
Instantly her eyes water from the reek of tobacco, fragrances, and rarer scents. Drugs that, found upon the common man, would mean only his death. She weaves through the crowd, sight adjusting to the dim light, as she catches a familiar form at one of the establishment's few windows. She takes the seat across from him, crossing her legs before giving a withering look, "Who are you, Otto Vann, sending servants to fetch me like some common slave?"
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The Blade stepped up to block her passage. There was no member list for this place, men and women were admitted by sight and reputation, or not at all. The guard see's the staffmember huffing and puffing behind, who gives the guard a hurried nod of approval.
Evangeline does not wait for this however, but instead brushes past the guard, yanking open the heavy door and stepping inside.
Instantly her eyes water from the reek of tobacco, fragrances, and rarer scents. Drugs that, found upon the common man, would mean only his death. She weaves through the crowd, sight adjusting to the dim light, as she catches a familiar form at one of the establishment's few windows. She takes the seat across from him, crossing her legs before giving a withering look, "Who are you, Otto Vann, sending servants to fetch me like some common slave?"
